I Ain’t Goin

[Verse]
30 racks, 50 racks, running up them racks
Keep a sack, lay a sack, that ain't no Quarterback
Stop p-playing with me boy
Fore' I pull up on your bitch ass with the boys
I keep a gunner nigga, I ain't going
In designer nigga, look like Rick Owens
Or like Rick Ross bitch, boss in Miami
With a bitch named Suzy, and her girlfriend Tammy
Threesome, lil bitch suck-suck
Three guns, that one come off
Man down, I'm a rider
Hot boy, I'm on fire, big timer
He ain't blow, he ain't go
Fucked her at the side, death row
The chopper got a beam and a scope
Pop up out your door that's bro
He ain't on, yeah he broke
Nigga better have his vest on
Killed my nigga Holly let's roll
What the fuck you niggas hating for?
Catch your hoe, and your boss
Nigga, we don't give a fuck about the law
Aye, money on my mind, that's all
Do I fuck with pussies? Hell naw
Nigga's hiding, where he go?
Run the fucking city, game over
Free my niggas out the cuffs bro
Welcome home my nigga [?]